We cannot forget that memorable night, while pointing her to Jesus as her only Saviour, she was led to exclaim, "God be merciful near. We had commenced to prepare for our annual procession on Whit-Friday, and heartily did she engage in singing the hymns in the Sabbath; but she was taken ill during the week. to me a sinner." What a plea-chapel yard the previous sing scene for Angels to gaze upon, when the mother was praying, with suffused eyes, and directing her daughter to Christ as the object of her confidence! She was led to exercise that faith in Jesus which brought peace to her soul, and caused her to rejoice in sins forgiven. Exulting she sang, My God is reconciled She manifested her desire to continue in the good way, by presenting herself the following night at the class meeting. These are means designed to strengthen and encourage the believer in Christ, to fortify the mind in combating with spiritual foes. Her experience was of a very encouraging character; she was anxious to live and walk with God, to become fully prepared for her latter end. Yet little did we think that her end was so As the procession passed by her house, we called to see her, and found her weeping over her deprivation, yet she seemed, from the first day she left off work, to have a presentiment that her sickness would be unto death. Hence she said,-" Mother, I shall not get better;" but her mother, unwilling to hear that, said she must not talk thus. She replied,"There is nothing worth living for here; this is a world of sin and sorrow. I have been trying to live a good life, for yet I find there is much to oppose; but," she continued, "I shall go and see my Jesus, and I shall also see those that are gone before." On the Saturday before she died, we found her in a happy frame of mind. She seemed as though Heaven was already in sight; her countenance beamed with holy joy in prospect of that goodly land. She was not in bondage through the fear of death, but could say, "for me to live is Christ, and to die is gain." While engaged in prayer she heartily responded, and said, "I feel better now, praise God." Another friend calling to see her, found her still in sweet communion with God. Such was her knowledge of the Scriptures, that while he was reading a portion, she seemed to take the lead of him. She said." Do pray for me," and often did she exclaim,-" Bless the Lord! Praise God!" Often did she sing that beautiful hymn which she had for the school sung procession. One by one we cross the river, One by one we're passing o'er, One by one the crowns are given, On the bright and happy shore. Youth and children oft are passing o'er The dark and rolling tide. She desired her mother to wash her feet, and while the mother was doing so, said," They are going the way of all flesh." Our respected minister saw her a short time before she died. She recognised him and said, "It is Mr. Collinge." He found her soul happy in God. She said to him, while struggling with the last enemy,"Christ is precious," and shortly after departed this life, in hope of a blessed inheritance, where she said she would be welcome. On Lord's day, June 11th, 1871, she sweetly fell asleep in Jesus, and we believe that her happy spirit is before the throne of God, where there is no sin, consequently no sorrow, no weeping or crying, but where tears are for ever wiped ON CANAAN'S NORTHERN SEA. Oldham. ON Canaan's northern sea, The dashing of the spray: And hope deserts again The boldest ofthe throng; They stand in mute alarm, And who shall tell the strain The storm that round the rollel. A SUNDAY-SCHOOL SCHOLAR, |